Kell fucks Jesper through his orgasm, loving every moment of the incoherent mess that Jesper descends into right before he comes. So tight strung, all breathless desperation, too far gone even for words. He fucks him all the way into his own second orgasm. Only then he lets them both catch a breath. Kell releases Jesper's hair, letting him ease the uncomfortable bend of his spine into something more bearable, but keeps his cock stuffed in his ass even when he lets himself go limp inside of him. Laughs when Jesper reminds him of his promise.

"Funny that you mention it now."

Kell pulls out, not without regret, he'd rather have another round, but a vision of moving somewhere new and maybe even a bit more comfortable is enticing enough to overcome his resistance. He yanks Jesper to his feet unceremoniously, turns him around so he can lock them in a greedy kiss.

"You're so good at reading my wishes, pretty thing. I was just about to ask you to give me a tour."